For the White Lotus to break through the Golden Immortal, Sun Wukong felt nothing, and then said: "What are you panicking about? Even if Senior Brother White Lotus broke through the Golden Immortal, he only cultivated one alchemy technique from his master, are you still afraid that Senior Brother I won't be able to control it? ”

"No, no." Xiong Ba's head shook like a rattle, and he hurriedly said.

In fact, a year ago, he felt that Brother Monkey had already broken through the strength of the Golden Immortal, but he never tried.

If you don't fly for three years, you will have long wings.

This seems to be the ancient supernatural power contained in the Sutra of the Saints.

Before approaching the breakthrough realm, he cultivated for three years, condensed the mana of the body and soul to the peak level, returned to the Great Perfection, and finally broke through the cocoon and turned into a butterfly, gave birth to wings, and soared into the sky.

Moreover, with this kind of supernatural power to break through the realm, after breaking through the realm, the clouds in all directions move, and the vision soars to the sky.

Of course, the three years here do not really refer to the three years on earth, but only an approximate number, and it may also be the three years in the ninefold heavens.

The accumulation of strength is also the result of many years, and sometimes it takes a lifetime, not overnight.

But this monkey can't be judged by common sense.

He said three years, that's three years.

Three years later, breaking through the Golden Immortal is basically a sure thing.

Xiong Ba had no doubts.

After all, he could feel that the current monkey brother was even more terrifying and unpredictable, and that kind of depth like the abyss and the sea made him a little suspicious of how could this grandmother's be a heavenly immortal monk?

The supernatural powers are endless, and the physical body is immortal.

There is a great avenue between gestures.

Although it is definitely not comparable to Master, it is much more powerful than a year ago.

At least a year ago, Xiong Ba felt that he could still catch up with Brother Monkey, but now he feels more and more out of reach.

Don't look at him who also broke through the Heavenly Immortals, but he felt that his Heavenly Immortals had no gold content compared to monkeys, and he felt like an impostor.

The gods and demons cultivated by Brother Monkey alone are estimated to have cultivated to the level of tens of millions, which is much stronger than his own 100,000, not an order of magnitude.

Even if Brother Monkey has never made a move, Xiong Ba has no doubt that any immortal in this world can't be a dish in front of Senior Brother, and it is not an exaggeration to say that the monkey is half a golden immortal.

Plus the registered disciple who is about to break through the Golden Immortal......

Suddenly made Xiong Ba have a bitter face.

How can this be, why are all monsters here?

How can he live, a harmless bear like him?

"It seems that I can't call Senior Brother Bailian anymore in the future, otherwise I will be beaten."

The brown bear monster smuttered.

Bai Lian had endured him for a long time before, and even if he made a move, he didn't move his real character, but this guy broke through the Golden Immortal, and his demons were all gone, and then he called him junior brother, maybe Bai Lian would smile on his face and slap him at the same time.

So can't shout anymore.

But it's fine.

His progress in cultivating the Dao of Wine is already slow, and these two are perverts, so it is normal to compare.

Xiong Ba has a very peaceful mentality...

It's peaceful...

Peacefully made him want to cry out loud.

"When will Master accept another apprentice, can't he accept a little junior brother and sister who is as ordinary as me?"

Xiong Ba muttered.

Compared with these demons day by day, no matter how peaceful the mentality is, there will be problems.

At this time, Xiong Ba began to miss the little white dragon before.

When he went to the Dragon Palace for a banquet before, this little dragon was shocked by his gods and demons, and wanted to go with them and come to apprentice, but was rejected by the two brothers.

I knew that I would have abducted this little white dragon to Taixutian as a junior brother.

In this way, with the little white dragon at the bottom, he is not the most wasteful one.

"Idiot, what are you talking about here, you've finished cultivating? Have you studied the Dao? The flesh has been refined? At this stage of you, how do you have time to be in a daze, hurry up. ”

Sun Wukong immediately urged.

Don't look at what he said verbally, 'Oh, it's okay, what if the little white lotus breaks through the Golden Immortal, he can still be calmed down as a brother', but Xiong Ba knows that this monkey is more anxious than himself.

A named disciple is higher than their cultivation, who can stand this.

Seeing the monkey carrying the mountain to continue training, Xiong Ba was a little broken in his heart.

Sometimes, when you see someone who is more talented than you and works harder than yourself, no one can understand the kind of despair that is hard to reach.

"Hurry up and have a little junior brother, this is too vain and naïve and too curly, it makes my old bear's scalp numb, and one by one is not a human being."

Xiong Ba shed tears and silently carried another mountain.

……

Golden Turtle Island, Tenglong Cave.

The smoke cage in the cave is immortal, the fragrant mist dragon pavilion, the light shakes the pill, the clouds blow the cuihua flow, it is a fairy treasure land.

King Teng Long sat on the Taishi chair made of Taihua purple wood, holding a bamboo slip in his hand, but did not look at a few lines, but closed his eyes to recuperate.

Ever since he broke through to the True Immortal, he had been a little sluggish in his cultivation.

After all, cultivating to become a true immortal, the status of the Dragon Clan in the West Sea is much higher than that of ordinary Dragon Kings, and what else do you need to do with such hard work.

Today's dragon bloodline is declining, coupled with the suppression of the Heavenly Dao, it is more difficult to cultivate a golden immortal than to ascend to the sky.

And the Dragon Palace works for the Heavenly Court, and with the Heavenly Court as its support, other desolate forces dare not provoke.

For example, the Jiao Demon King who crisscrossed the West Sea, as the overlord of the West Sea, even if he commanded 100,000 elite demon soldiers, he definitely did not dare to spread wild on the territory of the Dragon Palace, otherwise any great power in the Heavenly Court could capture it and take it as a mount.

Therefore, this Jiao Demon King has been eyeing the Dragon Palace, and for the past 100,000 years, he has only dared to shout near the Western Sea, and he has not dared to really do it.

The Dragon Palace of the West Sea has been peaceful for a long time.

As long as Heavenly Court does not fall, then no one or any force can threaten the Dragon Palace.

Even if he was accidentally caught by a hostile force, no demon dared to tear up the ticket, at most, he just threatened the West Sea Dragon Palace, let the old dragon king give some benefits, and then send the little monster back.

Therefore, King Teng Long felt that there was no need to continue cultivating.

The same is true of other dragon clans, and when they cultivate a true immortal, they feel that the dragon is at the end of their life.

There are Jiao girls kneading, there are mussel girls playing music, and there are sea girls dancing.

Isn't this dragon life much more comfortable than the people in the world?

Why do you have to work hard to cultivate and find yourself unhappy.

Of course, Teng Dragon King is relatively pure-hearted, although he also likes beauties, but compared to other dragon kings, he is much more restrained, which is also the reason why he can cultivate into a true immortal.

There is no genius in the world, he Teng Dragon King just used other people's color things in cultivation.

However, after achieving the small goal of becoming an immortal, King Teng Long slacked off a lot.

Flip through the idle books every day, watch the dragon girl stroke the qin, take a nap with the dragon girl when you are tired, drink some afternoon tea after waking up, toss a little and then come to the evening, and then a little pounding at night to the day.

With such leisure and leisure, how can there be time for cultivation?

This kind of life is leisurely, and King Teng Long doesn't think there's anything wrong with it.

After all, the vast majority of dragon kings lived more extravagantly than him.

Including the one in charge of the West Sea Dragon Palace.

At this time, King Teng Dragon was taking a lunch break as usual, when he heard the sound of clouds and wind howling outside the door, which was the movement of the dragon clan breaking through the sky.

Teng Dragon King sighed lightly, not knowing which Dragon King came to his humble house as a guest.

Immediately put down the bamboo slip and walked out.

I saw a small white dragon descending from the sky, and when it landed, it turned into a handsome man in a gorgeous robe.

King Teng was slightly stunned.

It was Ao Lie's nephew!